Totally Not A Game Novels & Stories

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous

"Everybody wants to play the game, except for you. Is just a game and nothing more. She voiced out and i felt a little embarrassed. " come on daisy! Kelly nudged me again." I took a quick breath. Is just a game daisy; you can do this." I assured myself. " Okay am in." I voiced out "Hey! What's your name? A boy asked the girl standing. " Call me Tala." She said and tore a piece of paper from a book on the table. So am going to give a brief summary on how the game is. The rules are, you will pay a certain amount to any question you fail to answer. Or play a dare if you don't have the money." She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens!

She rolls her eyes dramatically as if anticipating my reaction. “Crap, you know what? If you spends the amount of time you spend in doing some stupid researches about a lame game that isn’t real, on your studies, I swear you are gonna be a straight A student.” “Oh man we aren’t bickering over this today right? I really don’t know what grudges you have about this game. I mean if 99.9% of people are talking about the game there’s a true fact that the game obviously does exist and everything said about it is true.” Bethel asseverated with so much conviction lacing in her voice.

Corvin leaned his shoulder against the window frame, looking out at the damp street, then back at me. “So,” he said. “Whatever… *this* is—” He gestured vaguely to the room, the city, his own body. “—it’s not the Game.” “No,” I said. “No Admin. No loops. Just… a very messy, very mortal world with better mental health ads.” He huffed a small, incredulous laugh. His gaze softened. “We get to decide how this one goes,” he said. The words were simple. They landed like a small earthquake.

I called out the names of the game displayed, "Fortnite, God of War, Destiny 2, FIFA 21, Mortal Kombat, Grand Theft Auto,... Mr Martinez, it sounds like a movie name." "I don't know any of the names you said." "I don't even know. Um, why don't we try basketball?" He sat on the chair and said, "There's a basketball game listed in the list?" "Yeah, it's something under the nba. Want to play?" "No, you'll win." I laughed and said, "I haven't played like this so I don't think I'll win. Don't worry." He stood and said, "Okay. Let's try that."

Chains or not— I am not out of this game yet.

she said defeatedly while Jules quited down. "Falling game is a couple game. You need to actt like a real couple. Where a man chooses his partner among the participants, only days are given in the game. There are activities and attendance. There is a punishment for those who are not active or caynt follow the rules. The price is high but that game is very dangerous. They give letters to the people they choose to participate in ", she explains almost whispering to me. "I think they started giving the letters yesterday in the lockers", Jules inserts.

Caleb shook his head. “The lovestruck fool is busy stalking his crush, who wouldn't even take a look at him,” Caleb recited like a poem. “Don't you ever get tired of using that line?” Liam asked, feigning a bored expression. Caleb shrugged and changed the subject. “I’m so excited about the coming CCG.” “You should be. It's the only reason you've been on the basketball team all these years,” Liam stated. “Yeah,” Caleb murmured with a smile. “I'm planning on competing for the captain position.”

Instead of taking a shower and quickly changing clothes, his sister was playing a game. "HANA!" Christian shouts in disgust with Hana's behavior. Hana's room is dimly lit, making Christian even more irritated. In every corner there is a pack of crumbs of garbage. Shirts are strewn on the floor, and what irritates Christian the most is the sight of Hana's trophies and medals being used as a pedestal for the girl's computers. Christian turns on the light, then looks at Hana who doesn't care at all about her screams. The girl just glanced at him and went back to playing games on her pc.

The moment his fingers touched the clasp, Charlotte said, "Keep wearing it." Then she looked at me. "Whoever won it gets to keep it." I let out a soft laugh. The whole room fell silent. Charlotte's eyes turned cold. Lyra frowned. "George, we were just playing a game. Why do you have to make things so awkward?" Then she stepped in front of Connor. Her voice stayed gentle, but her words carried a warning. "Connor has always been insecure. He's finally happy today. Can't you just let him have this?"